I’m the most stereotypical teenager you’ve ever met. I spend all my time with my friends. I like frappuccinos and I’m obsessed With my social media pages.
I fell in love with a boy; And, when he broke my heart, I sobbed on the floor for weeks And then dyed my hair blonde and moved on.
I wore a pretty blue dress and sparkly heels to prom. I graduated at the top of my class, President of the honor society, Friends with everyone.
I’m your stereotypical teenage girl. I’m the main character in a Disney channel original movie. I have everything, I think. Why can’t I sleep at night?
What they don’t tell you in the movies Is that when I’m not with my friends, I feel lost and alone. When I was heartbroken, I fell apart. I’m successful, but at what cost?
The stereotypical teenage girl gets 3 hours of sleep a night. I spend most of the night doing work, But I also spend time texting my friends and flirting with boys. When I’m alone with only myself, do I still fit the stereotype?
A valuable life lesson To all unenlightened seventh grade boys: Being sons of the male gender, First find a good sculptor near you And a rock large enough to be your head. Because that’s what it should be Chiseled out of stone. Waterproof. Because crying Is only for pretty girls, saggy old ladies And dogs with eye allergies. And somehow, If a stream trickles through the rocky outcrop, And dares to dampen your sands, Lick it with your tongue Before it dribbles down your chin.
I watched my PE teacher After I fell down and bruised, My heart swelling into my throat Like a bloated pink balloon, Ruby red irises cracking under pressure, Finally oozing like ripe mangoes. Each drop paid by a slap. Barely audible, I coughed, ‘why?’ ‘Because’, he spat through clenched teeth ’Boys don’t cry!’
If I don’t let it out soon All my troubles and worries All my trials and tribulations If I can’t open up my mouth soon I will wither I will shrivel up like a beautiful rose That’s been depleted of its nutrients I shed my last tear and haven’t watered myself since If I don’t let it out soon I will be still addicted to something That isn’t even good for me Addicted to someone That isn’t even good for me But is everything I could ever need But if that’s so Then why am I still withering? If I can’t open my mouth soon I will never be able to change “I just want happiness” Is all I have to say How can I have that when I won’t let myself Trapping myself in this box Was not intended Now I’m too comfortable In a place I don’t even want Bounded Cursed Stuck All things that I feel every second of the day So If I don’t let it out soon I’m going to be just like you And that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person But I can’t see myself being happy like this anymore I love you so much I never would’ve thought leaving you would be the only way to break free From everything holding me back So If I can’t open my mouth soon I’ll just be the next stereotypical black female And I can’t have that
I stare at the mirror one again. They only seem to notice the empty face and the black clothes.
Part 3 of Stereotypes! If you want to check out the other parts, they're all on my page! I really like making this serie, not gonna lie. And alot of people seem to like it too, it's making me really enthusiastic.